Right now, there is a window to my right, and through it I can see the Albert Bridge. The sun is starting to set, and the lights on the bridge have come on.

I've got two hours and twenty-one minutes left of work (and counting). In that time I'll switch between Shake and SafariI'm also going through the Yuletide Merlin entries on my iPhone ( Read more... )

( My last few weeks, in pictures )

This is the story of how being head over heels for someone at work can lead directly to being hungover, in Camden, typing on a French keyboard.

Woke up in Camden this morning with my liquid eyeliner halfway down my face. Went out with French Girl last night, started out in Soho, in Trash Palace and the Candy Bar, then on to World's End in Camden ( ( Read more... )

Sitting in French Girl's flat in Camden (bizarrely, where Dylan Thomas used to live!), having dinner cooked for me. Listening to the best of Jelly Roll Morton - crackly jazz - drinking wine, sitting in the window seat with the cool breeze drifting in, wireless access.

I'm not sure life actually gets better than this.

French girl gets mixed up all the time ( Read more... )

Afternoon, all ( Read more... )